He will never find me here. It's a stinky place. It has stinky old shoes, old wall paper and new shoes. I 'm squeezed and squashed. I want to get out, but I will lose, so I stay. What's that I hear? Footsteps! He walks into the room, looks around and under the bed. Then he walks away. I stop. Hesitating.
I think for a bit. Then I jump out in joy and shout to my brother, "I won, I won! You didn't find me. I was in my wardrobe!"
What a wonderful poem, I loved it!
ReplyDeleteOh what a amazing story lily I loved it soooooo much I wanted to hear more.
ReplyDeleteAre you are professional writer? From Madison
ReplyDeleteTake 2 Lily Great use of language you have painted the scene really well with your use of words
ReplyDeleteLily, you are brilliant. I felt like I was hiding with you.
ReplyDeleteThis brings a big smile to my face, I remember those same feelings when I played Hide and Seek, truly a great story! Love Mummy.
ReplyDeleteOh the wardrobe...I used to hide from my brother in the wardrobe...such a good hiding place...I love the poem it is beautiful :)
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